Ashhere24 - Ash

SEPTEMBER

poem beginning and ending with my death by zeina hashem beck // memory of water by reina maria rodriguez // a girl ago by lucy brock-broido // marta alvarado, history professor by marjorie agosin // mosiac by tim seibles // the bones of august by robin ekiss // peggy tony horton // september by deborah landau // september by h stuart // angel of repose by wallace stegner

[image id: 1) "I loved September best: / without fail, rain—the clear illusionist— / fell on the first day of school, always brought / the earth with it: the soil's fragrance rose raw / even in the alley." 2) "september is a month like any other and unlike any other. it seems in september everything awaited / will arrive: in the calm air, in a particular scent, in the stillness of the quay. when september comes, / i know i'm going to lose myself." 3) "Extinguish me from this. / I was sixteen for twenty years. By September I will be a ghost" 4) "In September / beyond the / breezes and the smoke / when autumn unveils its / fiery shell, / I think of you / fragile and severe, / small and immense" 5) "September: / the spiked fence freshly painted." 6) "not to carry the bones of August / into September, foiled with redness / and nothing to squander" 7) "Ah, September! You are the doorway to the season that awakens my soul... but I must confess that I love you / only because you are a prelude to my beloved October" 8) "Meanwhile August moved inward its impervious finale. / A mood by the river. Gone. One lucid rush carrying them along. // Borderless and open the days go on—" 9) "'The dark brown Inners brim / From little lake to lake, / Rustle and fall in slim / Streams down the mossy side / Of stone, while dim ferns shake / Their level spread of leaf, / Dust-grey beneath the wide / Cold light that these days take, / Gathering the calm grief / Into the face of the skies / Out of the heart-ache / The mortal heart denies." 10) "That old September feeling, left over from school days, of summer passing, / vacation nearly done, obligations gathering, books and football in the air ... / Another fall, another turned page: there was something of jubilee in that annual / autumnal beginning, as if last year's mistakes had been wiped clean by summer." /end id]

i’m starting to think of home as an interim feeling of belonging that can be achieved anywhere, at any time of day. maybe home is the kind words of a stranger on the train. or a loved one making tea in their kitchen for you. perhaps home is not an indefinite four walls and roof over your head, rather the surrounding warmth of those around.

ON URBAN LONELINESS

aron wiesenfeld, study for night reading || gueorgui pinkhassov || haruki murakami || anne bentley || mitski, nobody || charles bukowski ||virginia woolf, the waves || a little life, hanya yanagihara|| holly warburton, you're my person ||

Jamil B. Holway, tr. by George Dimitri Selim, from Grape Leaves: A Century of Arab-American Poetry; “Throbbings”

i made a collage today based on those “love is stored in the kitchen” compilations i always saw on @peoplehood !!! tap for better quality ofc but ta-da!

the mod podge made the pictures bubble a bit but overall, i’m pretty happy on how this little project turned out! also shout-out to @jacebeleren to the post at the bottom!

hope☀️

Mitski / The Mountain Goats / @humansofnewyork / @leave-me-colourless / Rosie Tucker / The Mountain Goats / @cwote / Rilo Kiley / Kim Addonizio / Rosie Tucker